All Chapters of A Billionaire's Dirty Secrets (Secret Sins Club Book 1): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I felt the light tapping of his fingers on my cheek and it woke me up. He was just waiting for me to open my eyes, and then he was carrying me in his arms to the showers. It was a big room, and actually luxurious, and the bath could carry about four grown people. Warm shower poured down on us as I trembled water he’d carefully put me down. He soaped me, shampooed and conditioned my hair, his hands gentle and his handsome face lazy and content. I stared more. He actually looked happy. Seeing me watching, he lowered his head and kissed me softly, carefully. My lips felt so sore and I appreciated his thoughtfulness. Once cleaned, he covered me with a robe and a big towel, blow-dried my long hair quickly, his hands so expertly doing this job that I knew he had done this so many times. I didn’t even feel envy of the other women. I might never see him again after this, but he’s given me an experience I would be incredibly grateful for for the rest of my life.Because someone understood me.

“I took a nap because I knew those people in that party will tire me,” I confessed. I wasn’t actually a full-pledged people person. I was half my father’s daughter, and my father was known—literally—as a hermit when he was alive.“I know. I wasn’t keen on waking you up, really, but Mom called, and we needed to get to the road. So why are you blushing? What were you dreaming about?” He has a small frown as he asked that. Only Gian to ask seriously about something that was’t part of his planned day.“Cake and wine and, maybe, ice cream,” I replied mock-wistfully. I was used to our banter. If he ever suspected I was having a wet dream, he would be the last person who would think to tease me about it. The sister he never had. A made-up little sister. You don’t tease little sisters about men they fuck in their dreams. Even if you knew she had a huge crush on you.Especially that.I knew he knew exactly how I felt about him. What’s worse? It’s nothing. A moot point, really, because all the

“It was so embarrassing,” I said now. “Gwen wouldn’t talk to me for days. Until now, I could only order Lomi take-out,” I grumbled. “You’ve really scared my friend.” “Don’t be silly. We didn’t do anything to him,” he grumbled. “Despite I thought he’s a male when he hugged you like that.” “Because you threatened to hit him if he wouldn’t get out of your way! You and Jason scared even the customers with the way you both crowded my poor friend!” I said between gritted teeth. Of course, I wouldn’t admit some of the female patrons actually were swooning at the time. But I couldn’t believe we were arguing instead of leaving for the party already! “Youre not even my boyfriend. How could you treat him like that?” “You went missing! What was I supposed to think? You know something bad's going on in Metro Manila,” he reminded me. “I know! I wasn’t that stupid. He had to get me himself so I wouldn’t have to take an Uber. Jason was busy teching in the electrical room and I knew he would want t

I could see clearly that she was remembering that day, and the glazed look on her face told me more than she unconsciously wanted to show. I wanted to close my eyes but I had to watch. I was the reason she had that memory inside her head now, something that could never be erased. I shouldn’t ever try to avoid seeing that look on her face. The look that told me she knew, somehow, but wouldn’t try to open her mind to it. Something dirty happened that day. I saw her eyes go over me and the inside of the office and the onset of suspicion began before she bluntly shut it off. She just wouldn’t allow herself to think badly of me.Oh, Elise… When I arrived, Charis was on the brink of falling to the edge. One look and I knew she needed a fix and that if I didn’t do something about it, the meltdown would be catastrophic—right fucking there in the middle of Elise’s office. I had to first get her out of the eyes of everybody before that happened so I had to use that tone. And she easily got int

My mind felt all muddled. I couldn’t be thinking like this. I didn’t need this. I was already so biased, what with the way I favored her. Elise had a special place in my heart. She was the little girl I was most fond of when I was a little man in love with the widow Rosamia von Schiller—the very first love of my life. I was so glad Elise was too young to remember the teasing of the adults whenever I visited them with my parents. I cried a bucket when Rose married Jess a long way back. Now, I feared Rosamia. You tend to do that when you become the caretaker of the cub of a tigress. She was the most protective mother hen I had ever met in my life. I casually looked down so I could see her in the periphery of my vision and made an effort to do this with unbiased eyes. At least she wasn’t showing cleavage. That’s a big relief. I was calmer, and I pulled my elbow from her grip to reach behind her and guide her as we went out of the doors of the foyer of the building. I felt skin. I